Monday, Moon Day

Oh, I wish it wasn’t Monday.

How many times have I said that? How many Sunday nights do I spend dreading my limited freedom for the next 5 days?

It’s the way we’ve structured our society, I suppose. Those with traditional work schedules anyway.

Monday is named for the moon (Moon-day), not just in English. ‘Lunes’ in Spanish and ‘Lundi’ in French, both deriving from ‘Luna.’

I think we’re the only Romance language that doesn’t refer to the moon or Monday with a word starting in L.

But we do say ‘lunar’ because of this. So I can’t hate the day of the moon, can I?

I always wonder what would happen if the week was switched around from what we have now. Would we feel the same way we do about Mondays? I guess not, but it also doesn’t seem that simple.

I learned that in Muslim countries, the weekend is actually Wednesday and Thursday. I think it’s supposed to be so the week starts on the holy day of Friday.

It’s so strange to think of. In the West, whether you’re Christian or Jewish, you have your holy day during the weekend. So this is the exact opposite.

So even if you go by this week structure, we’d be happy and celebrate on Wednesday night, feel the impending doom on Thursday night, and no matter how holy it is, you’d hate Fridays.

It’s hard to say though, because maybe they also don’t have the same rigid work/life ratio. But anyway, there will always be one night at the beginning of the weekend, one night at the end, and one first day of the week.

It’s just the cycle of a week, a month, a year… time in general. It shouldn’t be about saying one day of the week is inherently better or worse. Because no matter what, there will be some form of a Friday and a Monday.